New Blowtop Blues
I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know
Yes, I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know
Well I discovered this morning that my wig is about to blow
Well I've been rocking on my feet, and I've been talking all out of my head
Yes, I've been rocking on my feet, and I've been talking all out of my head
And when I get through talking, I can't remember a thing I've said
Now I used to be a sharpie
All dressed in the latest styles
But now I'm walking down Broadway
Wearing nothing but a smile
I see all kinds of little men
Although they're never there
I tried to push a subway train
And poured whiskey in my hair
I'm a girl who blew a fuse, I've got those blow top blues
Last night I was five feet tall, today I'm eight feet ten
Every time I fall downstairs, I float right up again
When someone turned the lights on me, it like to drove me blind
I woke up this morning in Bellevue, but I've left my mind behind
I'm a girl you can't excuse, 'cause I've got those blow top blues
Well I got high last night, and I took my man to his wife's front door
Yes, I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife's front door
Ohh, but she was a 45 packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more!
Yes, I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know
Well I discovered this morning that my wig is about to blow
Well I've been rocking on my feet, and I've been talking all out of my head
Yes, I've been rocking on my feet, and I've been talking all out of my head
And when I get through talking, I can't remember a thing I've said
Now I used to be a sharpie
All dressed in the latest styles
But now I'm walking down Broadway
Wearing nothing but a smile
I see all kinds of little men
Although they're never there
I tried to push a subway train
And poured whiskey in my hair
I'm a girl who blew a fuse, I've got those blow top blues
Last night I was five feet tall, today I'm eight feet ten
Every time I fall downstairs, I float right up again
When someone turned the lights on me, it like to drove me blind
I woke up this morning in Bellevue, but I've left my mind behind
I'm a girl you can't excuse, 'cause I've got those blow top blues
Well I got high last night, and I took my man to his wife's front door
Yes, I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife's front door
Ohh, but she was a 45 packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more!
Credits
Writer(s): Leonard Geoffrey Feather, Jane Feather
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